Post by GnawingOnIce on Sept 9, 2018 4:01:03 GMT
—Tanglefur’s first victim.
He had been practically thrown into battle. Shoved out of the apprentice’s den in the middle of the night, rushing out of camp with Starclan shimmering high above the shrieks and flashes of claws. The young tom-cat’s claws were shredding through a apprentice from the rival Clan, taking out chunks of fur and then reaching flesh, blood staining the other apprentice’s fur. His opponent’s shrieking was drowned out by a familiar, ear-splitting yowl.
“Hailwhisker!” His mentor. The apprentice whirled from his opponent, streaking toward the source of the yowl without question. He skidded to a stop in front of the body of Hailwhisker, limp with blood painting his neck red. Another cat distracted him. He was standing a tail length away from Hailwhisker, blood on his paws. He had killed him.
Rage instantly blinded him. He launched himself at the cat, pinning him to the ground. Though this cat appeared to be a warrior, the apprentice still overpowered him, pummeling his face with his paws. Just when he was about to go for his neck with his claws, he felt teeth grab his scruff and haul him off the warrior. The dark ginger apprentice snarled, turning to the cat that had dragged him off the other cat.
It was a she-cat, a apprentice from his own Clan. She had stopped him from avenging his mentor!
“Tanglepaw, stop-!” He never let her finish. His claws were across her throat in a instant, blood dripping onto the grass.
His chest fell and rose, eyes wide and muzzle wrinkled in anger. Tanglepaw flicked his bristling tail, pouncing over the apprentice’s body, cats dispersing around him as he padded away. In the time he was fighting, the battle was coming to an end. Cats retrieving to either side. He didn’t know who had won, but he didn’t care, anyway.
“Tanglepaw!” He turned to the voice. It was from a cat that was near the apprentice he had killed. She beckoned him over. His heart leaped in his throat, thumping the fastest he’s probably ever felt it go. He trotted over anyway, trying to look as casual as possible. He needn’t look suspicious. It’d give him away, and that was the last thing he needed right now.
“Shellpaw was killed. We don’t know who killed her, though. Do you know?”
It didn’t take a second thought to answer.
“Yes. It was a warrior from the other Clan, I didn’t know his name.”
She sighed. “Okay. Thank you. Go back to camp, you deserve some rest.”
Tanglepaw dipped his head, then turned away, toward the direction of camp. He appreciated her advice, but he knew what he needed to do. He would get rest, but before that he’d devise a plan. He needed to kill that cat that had killed Hailwhisker, and would kill anyone that got in his way. Unfortunate for those souls that would get in his way, if any.
But as Tanglepaw saw it, it was a necessary evil.
He had been practically thrown into battle. Shoved out of the apprentice’s den in the middle of the night, rushing out of camp with Starclan shimmering high above the shrieks and flashes of claws. The young tom-cat’s claws were shredding through a apprentice from the rival Clan, taking out chunks of fur and then reaching flesh, blood staining the other apprentice’s fur. His opponent’s shrieking was drowned out by a familiar, ear-splitting yowl.
“Hailwhisker!” His mentor. The apprentice whirled from his opponent, streaking toward the source of the yowl without question. He skidded to a stop in front of the body of Hailwhisker, limp with blood painting his neck red. Another cat distracted him. He was standing a tail length away from Hailwhisker, blood on his paws. He had killed him.
Rage instantly blinded him. He launched himself at the cat, pinning him to the ground. Though this cat appeared to be a warrior, the apprentice still overpowered him, pummeling his face with his paws. Just when he was about to go for his neck with his claws, he felt teeth grab his scruff and haul him off the warrior. The dark ginger apprentice snarled, turning to the cat that had dragged him off the other cat.
It was a she-cat, a apprentice from his own Clan. She had stopped him from avenging his mentor!
“Tanglepaw, stop-!” He never let her finish. His claws were across her throat in a instant, blood dripping onto the grass.
His chest fell and rose, eyes wide and muzzle wrinkled in anger. Tanglepaw flicked his bristling tail, pouncing over the apprentice’s body, cats dispersing around him as he padded away. In the time he was fighting, the battle was coming to an end. Cats retrieving to either side. He didn’t know who had won, but he didn’t care, anyway.
“Tanglepaw!” He turned to the voice. It was from a cat that was near the apprentice he had killed. She beckoned him over. His heart leaped in his throat, thumping the fastest he’s probably ever felt it go. He trotted over anyway, trying to look as casual as possible. He needn’t look suspicious. It’d give him away, and that was the last thing he needed right now.
“Shellpaw was killed. We don’t know who killed her, though. Do you know?”
It didn’t take a second thought to answer.
“Yes. It was a warrior from the other Clan, I didn’t know his name.”
She sighed. “Okay. Thank you. Go back to camp, you deserve some rest.”
Tanglepaw dipped his head, then turned away, toward the direction of camp. He appreciated her advice, but he knew what he needed to do. He would get rest, but before that he’d devise a plan. He needed to kill that cat that had killed Hailwhisker, and would kill anyone that got in his way. Unfortunate for those souls that would get in his way, if any.
But as Tanglepaw saw it, it was a necessary evil.
